I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 99: Side Story 22 Junior X Idol

The backstage area of the concert hall was buzzing with energy, a chaotic blend of crew members, security, and die-hard fans trying to sneak past the barricades. Junior, a venue security guard with a knack for reading people, scanned the crowd with sharp eyes. He wasn’t supposed to be here tonight—he’d picked up an extra shift to cover for a friend—but something felt off. His gut told him to stay alert.

That’s when he spotted her.

Hana Lee, the pop idol who’d taken the world by storm, was slipping through the hallway toward her dressing room. She was dressed in a glittering stage outfit that hugged her curves, her hair styled in soft waves that cascaded down her back. She looked every bit the superstar, but her body language told a different story. Her steps were hurried, her shoulders tense. Junior’s eyes narrowed. Something wasn’t right.

Then he saw him.

A man, clearly not part of the crew, was trailing her from a distance. He wore a hoodie pulled low over his face, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Junior’s instincts flared. He moved quickly, intercepting the man just as he reached for Hana’s arm.

"Hey!" Junior barked, grabbing the guy by the collar and yanking him back. The man stumbled, his hood slipping to reveal wild, desperate eyes. "You don’t belong here."

The stalker lunged, but Junior was ready. He sidestepped and landed a punch that sent the guy sprawling to the floor. Security swarmed in, dragging the man away as he shouted obscenities. Junior stood there, breathing hard, his heart racing.

"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to Hana.

She was trembling, her wide eyes fixed on him. "Yes... thanks to you," she said softly, her voice trembling. "He’s been following me for weeks. I didn’t know what to do..."

Junior stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. "You’re safe now. I’ll make sure of it."

Hana nodded, her relief palpable. "Thank you. I don’t even know your name."

"Junior," he replied, offering a small smile. "Mind if I walk you to your dressing room?"

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Please."

They walked in silence, the tension between them thick. Junior stayed close, his protective instincts on high alert. When they reached the door, Hana turned to him, her expression unreadable.

"Would you... like to come in? Just for a minute?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Junior hesitated. "I probably shouldn’t..."

"Please," she said again, her eyes pleading. "I just... I don’t want to be alone right now."

His resolve crumbled. "Alright. Just for a minute."

He followed her into the room, which was as luxurious as he’d expected—plush furniture, a vanity covered in makeup and jewelry, and a rack of costumes waiting for the next show. Hana sank onto the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Junior stood awkwardly near the door, unsure of what to say.

"You didn’t have to do that," she said finally, breaking the silence.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Save me," she replied, looking up at him. "You could’ve just called security and walked away. But you didn’t. You stepped in."

Junior shrugged. "It’s my job."

"No," she said softly. "It’s more than that. I can tell."

He met her gaze, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt charged, as if something unspoken was simmering just beneath the surface. Hana stood, closing the distance between them. She was close enough now that he could smell her perfume, a sweet, intoxicating scent that made his head spin.

"Thank you," she whispered, resting a hand on his chest. "For everything." free𝑤ebnovel.com

Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through him. He could feel his pulse quicken, his breath catch in his throat. "Hana..." he started, but she interrupted him.

"Stay with me tonight," she said, her voice trembling. "I don’t want to be alone. I... I need to feel safe."

Junior’s mind raced. This was crossing a line. He was supposed to be professional, but the way she was looking at him—vulnerable, desperate, and undeniably beautiful—it was hard to think straight.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky.

Her answer came in the form of a kiss. It was soft at first, tentative, as if she was testing the waters. But then she deepened it, her hands tangling in his shirt as she pulled him closer. Junior’s hesitation melted away. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her back with equal intensity.

Their movements became frantic, fueled by the adrenaline and raw emotion of the night. Hana’s hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, while Junior’s fingers fumbled with the zipper of her dress. It slid to the floor, pooling at her feet and leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and panties.

"You’re beautiful," he breathed, his eyes roaming over her body.

She blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. "So are you," she whispered, her hands trailing down his chest.

Junior picked her up, carrying her to the couch. He laid her down gently, his lips finding hers again as his hands explored every inch of her. Hana gasped as he unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling into his hands. He took one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple as she arched her back, her fingers gripping his hair.

"Junior," she moaned, her voice trembling. "Please..."

He didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed his way down her stomach, his hands sliding her panties down her legs. She spread them eagerly, her breath hitching as he buried his face between her thighs. Her taste was intoxicating, sweet and salty all at once. He licked and sucked, his hands gripping her hips as she writhed beneath him.

"Oh my god," she gasped, her hands tugging at his hair. "Don’t stop... please don’t stop..."

Junior didn’t. He kept going until she was trembling, her release crashing over her in waves. She cried out his name, her body shaking with pleasure. When she finally came down, she pulled him up, kissing him deeply as her hands fumbled with his belt.

"I want you," she whispered against his lips. "All of you."

She pushed his pants down, freeing his hard cock. Her hand wrapped around him, stroking him slowly as he groaned into her mouth. Hana shifted, guiding him to her entrance.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice strained.

"Yes," she breathed. "I’ve never been more sure of anything."

He pushed into her slowly, savoring the way she tightened around him. Hana gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. Then he began to move, his thrusts steady and deep.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the pace quickening as the tension between them reached its peak. Hana’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper as she moaned his name. Junior’s hands gripped her hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic as he felt his release approaching.

"Hana," he groaned, his voice thick with need. "I’m close..."

"Me too," she gasped, her orgasm building again. "Come with me..."

Together they reached their peak, their bodies trembling as they cried out each other’s names. Junior collapsed onto the couch beside her, pulling her into his arms as they both tried to catch their breath.

For a long moment, they just lay there, the silence between them filled with unspoken words. Finally, Hana looked up at him, her eyes soft and vulnerable.

"Stay with me," she whispered. "Just for tonight."

Junior hesitated, his mind racing. This was complicated. Dangerous. But as he looked into her eyes, he knew he couldn’t say no.

"Okay," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I’ll stay."

Hana smiled, her body curling into his as they drifted off to sleep.